on this day every year i count the seasons since you disappeared (it's 22 today, just like my age)
and i still see you everywhere they think i'm silly
i remember today (seven years ago) like it was just the other day from sleeping to dreaming to hoping that it was just a dream and then pretending like it was
but the words from the voice on the other side of the telephone "our deepest condolences" started to make it real i didn't want it to be so i carried on and went to school and wrote a biology test to pretend it was not (the ***** made it count for my year end mark)
i couldn't pretend hard enough. you were gone.
but it's only your skin and your bones your hips and your toes your eyes and your smile your big hands and your silly old man style those are the things that all disappeared
your heart and your dreams your fears and your screams your guidance and love your temper and your laugh still lives on in my heart
a daughter and her father are always just a few heartbeats apart (no matter what)
and i hope you are proud of me like i am of you for smiling while screaming with with everything you went through